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Tommy had enemies, many people didn't like him, more than a few wanted to kill him, he lived with a target on his back. It was only natural that they would go after his son, a little boy no older than 3 years old, to get to him. Even though he hid.
There was Dream, who could escape the prison, and Wilbur, the maniac still as manipulative and abusive as ever. And then there were the anarchists, Philza and Technoblade, who Tommy knew would rip his child out of his arms the second they got the chance to, claiming it was revenge for the betrayal.
Tommy had no idea how they even found his cabin, it was in what Tommy thought was a very secluded area of the SMP covered by forest on all sides, and only a very loose trail or roses to guide him. But when Tommy came home from gathering what he needed for dinner that night to his house trashed and his son gone, Tommy wasn't panicky, Tommy wasn't running around looking for clues on who did it , no Tommy was furious. He knew who did it because of the state of his house, he also knew who had direct contact to that person.
With trembling hands, Tommy gripped his communicator, toeing around to find the loose floorboard. He pressed one very specific contanct, practically stomping om the floor to find the stupid board as it rang. Once, twice, just after the third that person in question picked up.
"Tommy! How are you!" Wilburs fake cheerful voice came out.
"Cut the shit Wilbur, where is he"
"I'm not sure what you mean"
"Wilbur, you stupid bitch" Tommy growled into the communicator "where. The fuck. Is my CHILD"
Tommy brought his foot down on the floorboard, effectively snapping it in half and revealing his weapons in case something was threatening the house. He could hear the spittering of multiple people and the softest of 'hehs' before he snapped his communicator, throwing the pieces off to the side in favor of suiting up.
Now the fact that Tommy could be considered a shape shifter wasn't something Tommy liked to put on display, but by death herself if he wasn't going to take the fastest way to Technoblades cabin. Tommy cared not for the disruption of the snow around him as he landed, that stupid cabin hiding his baby. Stomping up the stairs, he knew the door would be locked, so Tommy placed his palm on the door, redirecting his lightning to his palm, powerfully enough the splinter and shatter the wood in front of him. Tommy's eyes softened when he saw Shroud, a small smile on his face as he kneeled down and opened his arms, chuckling when the toddler ran up, shouting "Mommy!" His gaze turned icy when he spotted his son's kidnappers staring at him.
"Shroud, take this and wait outside okay? We can go to visit Michael after" Tommy told his kid, gently nudging him out the door with his wing after draping a cape over his shoulders.
Shroud nodded, waving goodbye to his kidnappers before skipping out the door. Once he was out of sight Tommy turned to his ex-family. He stood, facing them, waiting for their explanation, he saw Wilbur nervously swallow.
"So you might be kind of upset with us"
"Upset is an understatement"
"We where planning on giving him back"
"No we weren't" Technos monotone voice piped in "If anything we were going to keep him"
"I wouldn't be saying shit techno, considering your the one that raided and destroyed my house"
"You have no proof of that"
"Wilbur searches by inspecting every nook and cranny, but putting everything back so you dont know he's there, Phil searches by cleaning, your the only one here who looks for something by making a mess of everything around you"
Techno glared, but stayed quiet, and Tommy mulled over his options, it was 3 against 1, his kid was outside, he had no clue how many lives Wilbur has, Phil only had one
"I'm too nice," Tommy finally said, turning around to leave "Your only warning is your door, come after my kid again and we are going to have problems"
The three stayed silent, and he knew he was going to have to relocate, good thing someone he met had the perfect place. They were going to keep trying to take his kid, they were stubborn like that, thinking themselves as saints. As Tommy's boots crunched the snow under them, he picked up Shroud, opening his wings in the process, which the 3 year old happily chittered at reaching to try and touch the feathers. Tommy chuckled, lifting them into the air with a powerful flap of his wings, flying them in the direction of Snowchester. Where he would ask Tubbo for a spare communicator, and message the person who could safely hide them. Maybe it meant leaving the SMP to a place with cliffs larger than the prison, and a tree that made even the tallest jungle tree look tiny. He would be heading to the Outpost commune, and to Yggdrasil the world tree, where he and Shroud would live peacefully.